Chris

Making my way up the stairs, I mentally scold myself for not calling Nicholas before making my way to his house.

"Fuck," since I'm already here there's nothing I can do about it. “Hey, sorry I let myself in—” The words are barely out when he smashes his body against mine.

The breath is knocked out of my lungs as we both go crashing down on the sofa. I lift my hand to try and get some balance, but he grabs my wrists slams them above my head, and shoves his knee between my legs, forcing them apart.

“Nicholas, what are you—”

“Shut. Your. Mouth.” He bites my lower...